I HAVE STOOD HUMBLED IN MAJESTIC, EMERALD PLACES OF
THE SPIRITS OF ANTIQUITY AND MAN.

HEARING THE STILL HOUNTING VOICES OF TIMES
THE PAST AND LONG NOW GONE TO DUST.

I HAVE LISTENED TO THE CHANTING DRONE AND SHRILL OF THE PIPES
FROM THE ANCIENT ONES GATHERD IN SACRID OAKEN GLEN.

TUNES CARRIED ON INVISABLE WINDS
IN WHISPERING SWEET SONGS AND VERSE OF THEIR TIMES.

I HAVE SAT IN PEACE IN HIGHLAND AND MOORLANDS RUBBY BROOKS
LISTENING TO THE STORIES OF THE OLD ONES.

TALES MURMURED BY SERENE WATERS
FLOATING BY TO FOREVER INTO THE MISTS OF ANOTHER TIME.

I HAVE FELT THEIR PRESENCE WITHIN ME,
SHARING THE WARMTH AT THE HEARTH OF A TWILIGHT FIRE,

AND GIVEN COMFORTING GLIMPES OF THERE REMEMBERD TIMES,
GLOWING IN EVER DIMMING EMBERS,
AMIDST THE SHROUD OF A MOONLESS NIGHT.

I HAVE WALKED AND LAID TO REST UPON,
SWEET HEATHER COVERD, HOLLOWED GROUND.
AND GAZED INTO THE ENDLESS HEAVENS OF OUR ETURNITY.